To Kill Or Cure
“A heavy sleeper, he had not heard a thing. He appreciated having the chamber to himself as he washed in the bowl of cold water Cynric had left for him, shaving quickly with one of his surgical blades. The clothes he had worn the day before were not too crumpled from where he had left them in a heap in the corner, so he donned them again, hopping from foot to foot in an effort to keep his bare feet off the cold stone floor.
He trotted into the yard, pulling his tabard over his head. It was n...ot a pleasant day. There was a sleety drizzle in the air, and the wind whipped in from the Fens like a knife. There was not a student, commoner or Fellow who was not shivering as he waited for Langelee to lead the procession to the church for daily prayers, and the only warm person was Agatha, who watched the assembly from the comfort of her wicker throne next to the kitchen fire.
Suddenly, there was a piercing scream that had the new students exclaiming their alarm, but it was only the porter’s peacock being let out of its coop.MoreLess
He trotted into the yard, pulling his tabard over his head. It was n...ot a pleasant day. There was a sleety drizzle in the air, and the wind whipped in from the Fens like a knife. There was not a student, commoner or Fellow who was not shivering as he waited for Langelee to lead the procession to the church for daily prayers, and the only warm person was Agatha, who watched the assembly from the comfort of her wicker throne next to the kitchen fire.
Suddenly, there was a piercing scream that had the new students exclaiming their alarm, but it was only the porter’s peacock being let out of its coop.MoreLess
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